Everyday life in a rickety old French farmhouse with two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdogs.
A record of those little things too unimportant for a diary but too important to be forgotten.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.

Eight in the morning. Our first walk of the day. At the foot of the hill Bob charges into the middle of the cold stream and has a long, noisy, drink. Sophie stands carefully on the dry ground at the streams edge and slurps. Wet paws are not her thing. When it comes to icy water brother and sister are very different characters. Or as Sophie might put it : " We're as different as beauty and the beast ". To prove her point the little 'beauty' triumphantly drags the remnants of a long dead, and now partly mummified, crow into the back of the car.

Oh Angus you do make me laugh at the antics of Bob and Sophie.No need for a photo of the mummified crow, I can see it quite clearly from your description. Was it hard to take away from Sophie.....they do become fixated on such awful things, not wanting to let them go. Then to boot they want to give you copious licks/kisses with their awful smelly selves....what love.

Our courtyard backs on to the village cemetery. It's more a Hameau, rather than a village and most of the inhabitants of the cemetery are generations of the same family. One day our dog Bubble brought us in the lower part of a jaw. Minimal digging was required for said prize. Stuart was employed to return the artefact to it's home, much to the disappointment of Bubble.Eeeshk.x

as always. my first laugh for the day! oh sophie.these are great pictures of the puppies who seem to be growing into almost full fledged 'english' sheep dogs!!!!they're getting so big! or maybe it's just the camera. it's puts on 10 pounds ~ or so they say.xo

About Me

2004, we sell the rain drenched farm in Scotland and move to the warmth of southern Europe. Two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers - Wilf and Digby - accompany us. Fluffy,patient and comical . Forever attracting laughter and new friends . After a year in Provence we moved to Italy to restore an ancient Roman watchtower . Somethings are meant not to be. Following a rather unpleasantly violent 'housejacking' ( the third in our little village ) we left Italy in late 2009 for new adventures in the rolling countryside of south west France . We are now getting to grips with a large rickety old farmhouse. Life after the violence of Italy has a gentler tempo. Digby passed on from piroplasmosis in May 2010. HIs brother, despite being diagnosed with cancer and having become blind ,soldiered on for another two years. We now embark on the next part of our journey with two new PON's - Bob and Sophie. This blog records all those little things about living with dogs that are too unimportant to make it into a diary but which make life, life.